Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
ABC,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.